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Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination, Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. |
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Well,I sit here gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this Out all night and runnin' wild Woman sittin' home with a month old child [Chorus] Dang me, dang me They oughta take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree Woman would you weep for me. Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys Six rounds bought, and I bought five Spent the groceries and half the rent I like fourteen dollars having twenty seven cents. [Chorus] They say roses are red and violets are purple Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple Well I'm the seventh out of seventy sons My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun. [Chorus] |
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Walking In The Sunshine
singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song La la la la la dee oh Whether the weather be rain or snow Pretending can make it real A snowy pasture a green and grassy field Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song La la la la la dee oh Whether the weather be rain or snow Pretending can make it real A snowy pasture a green and grassy field Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes |
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And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school??goodbye And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?" And I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy And ask her if she could get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me 'Cause she's made that way And if that ain't lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis |
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CHORUS
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Grape wine in a Mason jar Homemade and brought to school By a friend of mine 'n' after class Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself First time for everything Mm, my ears still ring CHORUS 4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still And we thought we'd drink our fill And I swallered it with a smile *Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile CHORUS Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor Sumpin' like I ain't never seen And I'm just going on fifteen But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in For my first taste of sin. I said "Lemme have a big old sip" *Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip CHORUS |
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Two broken hearts lonely looking like
Houses where nobody lives. Two people each having so much pride Inside Neither side forgives. The angry words spoken in haste, Such a waste of two lives, It's my belief, Pride is the chief cause and the decline In the number of husbands and wives. A woman and a man, a man and a woman; Some can and some can't And some can't. |
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I hear tell you're doin' well,
Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. They tell me you're runnin' free, Your days are never blue. I wish I had your good-luck charm And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. Yeah, I see you're goin' down the street in your big Cadillac, You got girls in the front, you got girls in the back, Yeah, way in back, you got money in a sack, Both hands on the wheel and your shoulders rared back Root-doot-doot-doot-doot, do-wah. I hear tell you're doin' well, Good things have come to you. I wish I had your happiness And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. Yeah, I see you're goin' down the street in your big Cadillac, You got girls in the front, you got girls in the back, Yeah, way in back, you got money in a sack, Both hands on the wheel and your shoulders rared back Root-doot-doot-doot-doot, do-wah. I hear tell you're doin' well, Good things have come to you. I wish I had your good-luck charm And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. |
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Got a letter just this mornin' it was postmarked Omaha
It was typed and neatly written offerin' me this better job Better job at higher wages, expenses paid and a car But I'm on TV here locally and I can't quit, I'm a star Ha ha, I come on TV grinnin,' wearin' pistols and a hat It's a kiddy show and I'm a hero of the younger set I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot [Chorus:] Kansas City star, that's what I are Yodel-deedle ay-hee, you oughta see my car I drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels, got rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot [Chorus] Stay tuned, gonna have a Popeye cartoon in a minute. |
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Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage But you can be happy if you've a mind to All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car But you can be happy if you've a mind to All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd" |
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England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two, Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben, The rosy red cheeks of the little children. Now, if you huff and puff and you fina'lly save enough Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea, Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go, Go to Engeland, Oh; Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache, Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass, Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain, Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes. |
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